Toushikyo merely brushed Eld aside-- not quite intentionally, but he wasn't regarding Eld's assistance enough to make use of it. In the end, he simply brushed by him and continued to walk on by himself. Oddly enough, Eld might notice that Toushikyo was cold to the touch. Not alarmingly cold, but noticeably clammy . . .
They were closer to Toushikyo's house, now. Much closer. Only twenty paces until they reached the steps of the Terra clan. Yet even still, Toushikyo seemed to not at all care about the injury in his foot, let alone feel it. He simply continued to walk on, hands in his pockets and eyes straight ahead for his front door.
"Tell me something, Tsukimono?" Toushikyo asked, perhaps for Eld's unbridled attention, or perhaps for Eld to simply humor him for a minute . . .
He'd continue to shirk Eld's attempts to help, if he continued, yet not through persistence or stubbornness. That would've been obvious. Toushikyo's was mere indifference-- and this, too, was obvious, if not crazier than persistence. Sarah Vaerbond might have tried to walk by herself after taking an injury, but that was only to save her pride from suffering the horrid blow of acknowledging defeat. There was logic behind it, some level of emotional rationality, even if it was horrible for her body. But Toushikyo? It wasn't pride. It wasn't fear.
He simply didn't care.